Tucker and Ryder figured that the
worst was over. They'd gotten used to being lycans, they'd managed to not get
killed by werewolf hunters and they'd stopped a crazy magician from trying to
unleash Armageddon.

However, as they try to get back
to their lives, they find a whole host of new problems awaiting them. The
government has established a task force to deal with paranormal threats and
lycans are at the top of that list. There is a monster prowling the dark places
of New York City. And the Moon Spirit has an agenda for them to fulfill.

Moon Born continues the story of
Love Bites, with new characters, new dangers and new complications for Ryder
and Tucker's relationship.

Excerpt:

Ryder awoke very
slowly, and only because there was an obnoxious ray of sunlight trying to burn
a hole through his eyelid, undoubtedly seeking to find a way into his brain. He
grumbled and swatted uselessly at the sunbeam and then rolled over to get away
from it.

After three
nights of glorious hunts, he and his pack were all thoroughly done in. Ryder
wasn't even sure where they were, other than the Wild Wood somewhere. He didn't
really feel inclined to care, either. The Wild Wood had been strangely
hospitable to them, which made him resent it a little less even while he
suspected the trees were just biding their time.

Having escaped
the sunbeam, Ryder now had a twig under his ribs. He sighed and surrendered,
sitting up and looking around. Tucker was already awake, standing nearby and
examining a tree. Ryder didn't ignore the fact that Tucker was gloriously
naked, but after the last three days, sex was not his primary interest.

"You were
twitching a lot in your sleep," Tucker said. "It was kind of
adorable."

"I was
having a good dream." Ryder looked over at Trey, who was sleeping on his
stomach and snoring peacefully. "We really need to find him a mate, you
know."

"Do they
have a dating app for that sort of thing?"

"No, I
don't think anyone's created 'Wolfr" yet." Ryder smiled and yawned.
"It's just.... I mean, we had so much fun these past few days and he had
only his hand."

"Which he
used liberally."

Ryder stifled a
giggle. "It was hard to miss that. But anyway.... We need to look into
it."

Tucker nodded.
"I think we'll need some advice on that, though."

Ryder cocked his
head to one side. "Oh?"

"Yeah, we
should head to the lycan cave, get the Moonstone and talk to the Moon Twink
about his crazy idea for making more lycans."

"You'd be
willing to consider doing that?"

Tucker shook his
head. "It sounds like a terrible idea. But I'm willing to hear what our
friend has to say."

Trey started to
twitch violently in his sleep. Low, unhappy moans spilled from his lips. Ryder
was just about to poke him awake when the younger lycan started awake. He
looked around with wild eyes for a moment that were full of terror. His auburn
hair was a fright, sticking up at all angles and full of leaves and twigs.

"Trey?"

For a long,
unsettling moment, the young man just stared blankly ahead. Then he shook
himself and rubbed at his eyes. "I'm fine."

Tucker eyed him.
"That seemed like one bitch of a nightmare. And I've had my share."

Trey pulled his
knees to his chest. "It.... It's fine."

Ryder sighed and
looked skyward. "Why am I doomed to be surrounded by guys who can't talk
about what's going on with them?"

Tucker smirked
at him and then went over to sit beside Trey. Even as the younger lycan
stiffened in a defensive posture, Tucker slipped an arm around his shoulders
and gave him a firm sideways hug. Trey looked down at his knees, his eyes clouded
with misery.

"Hey, dude,
look, I get it. More than you know." His expression grew somber.
"When I was growing up, my asshole old man beat the shit out of me too. So
I get nightmares of my own."

Trey relaxed a
tiny bit against his Alpha. "It's not that. I'm used to those."

Ryder wished he
could live in a world where no one ever had to get used to that sort of thing.
"Then what was it?"

"It's hard
to explain.... When I wake up, the dream sort of dissipates like smoke. But in
the dream, I'm somewhere dark and someone's hurting me...." He swallowed
hard. "I think it's Matchitehew."

Ryder frowned.
"Maybe it's just because of that horrible place we raided?"

Trey nodded.
"I think so. I mean, that's what makes the most sense. It just.... It
feels so real."

Tucker eyed him
sidelong. "Well, we'll add it to the questions for the Moon Twink."

"I wish you
wouldn't call him that. He might turn us into wereturtles or something,"
Ryder said.

"Hey, you
get all grumpy with me when I call you 'puppy,'" Ryder complained.

"You're not
the Alpha," Trey said.

Tucker laughed.
"He's got you there."

"I suppose.
So, homeward?" Ryder asked.

Trey nodded and
stretched mightily. "Absolutely." He smacked his lips. "I could
use some coffee first. And maybe some eggs."

"You're not
full from last night?" Ryder asked. "I'm still stuffed."

"Well, you
two hogged most of that deer, so yeah." Trey frowned. "Not sure when
I stopped thinking of raw meat as icky, but whatever."

"Well, Clif
bars will have to do." Ryder looked around. "Now, where did we put
that pack we brought?"

About
the Author:

D. River has been writing for
many decades, and most of it is filthy, dirty stuff that you absolutely
shouldn't read. Highly-trained experts have successfully quarantined most of
that work to keep save innocent bystanders from debilitating cases of blushing.

D. River started putting out
books for sale with Wild Horses. Since no one told him to stop, he went on to
publish other novels, including the popular Love Bites. The men in white coats
caught up with him, though, and he vanished off the face the of Earth. Having made
his escape and having set up shop in an abandoned adult toy factory, he is now
ready to unleash more paranormal romances/adventure stories on an unsuspecting
world.

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